To Whom This Is 4
To Whom This Is 4
By: Eduardo Acevedo Jr.
Hello, how are you?
I hope everything is well, hope that bucket lifts you the water to douse all of your hell
You were on track to Heaven, but you chose that train derailed
All it took was clouded judgment as to hail a couple drinks and fail at passing offers to open up the male/mail
I’m Realizing something now, Eye seen something real
“WE’RE” a figment of imagination, weird how it was eminent betrayal
When I felt it was bee trails, sweet honey from the smell
Underestimated was this Poison cloud, mistaken for fresh air
I figure it was all exhaled, on your behalf [As] the story does entail
The release of a frail heart broken, soaking following tears trail
Left alone not to feel anything, trying with no avail at Braille
Hoping to read into everything that occurred these last couple of years
It’s been searching for an element to form surprise and fear…Nothing
Since “nothing” is what it feared,
Engulfing all the Something’s it’s worked hard to make appear
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